little bunny runs around my bed again ...

i have been listening to 'summer rain' a lot lately, and it makes me remember the time jule and i went drinking in paddington. we were, for all intent, going to sound art at the old power station, but were supplementing this with tallies (long necks) and chartreuse on the side of the road.

we drank on the side of the road, him lazy and languid and dripping with sex. i, scattered. it was an embankment sort of space, where we were hidden from the cars. it started to storm in that heavy brisbane way, and we bought more. headed to the main road. stood there, drinking and laughing and dancing out in the rain, the storm, the water drenching us both, running around, floating leaves in the gutter, giggling.

my dress was soaked, shoes useless i stood barefoot, he shirtless, the air hot, humid dark evening storm humid.